In my childhood i always had a blanket that was my very favorite. I got it for Christmas or some birthday i dont remember for sure. This blanket I took with me everywhere and i mean everywhere! This thing was torn up and a mess but i wouldnt let anyone touch it. my very favorite part about this blanket was the silk edges. But for some odd reason my mom hated that old thing and wanted me to get rid of it. So for my birthday when I was about 3 or 4 my mom got me a new blanket but I didnt understand that the reason that she got it for me was so that I would get rid of the old one. when I found out thats what she wanted i ran to my room and cried forever. I did get over it but it did take a little time to heal the holes of my heart from losing my favorite blanket.